So it’s St. Patrick’s Day …

Some of you might know this, most of you probably do not though.
St. Patrick’s day is my favorite holiday!
I can’t give you a real answer as to why though.
I don’t like to go and partake of the green bear.
I don’t have red hair or a thick Irish accent.
I am not from Ireland, although I did visit its airport!
I am not sure that I even have enough Irish blood in me to claim it without being smacked?
It is still my most favorite holiday!

You might ask how I spend this joyous day?
You might not but I will tell you anyway!
I cook up the largest Corn Beef I can find with some red potatoes and cabbage!
Well, that’s how I am doing it this year anyway.
La Wife got pulled off to North Florida for work and will not be home until late.
Then I was stuck in training all day … O the fun of relearning CPR yet again!
What does this mean over all?
I have nothing better to do then to write a Blog and eat all the corn beef myself!
What will I write a Blog about you might ask next?
Aren’t you all a bunch of need-to-knows I might add asking all these questions!

The ‘True’ Story of St. Patrick’s Day, brought to and abbreviated by me!
Once a pone a time there was a Monk named Patrick, he was a slave and broke away to England and found God and decided he needed to save the Irish from there evil Celtic ways and came back and attempted to do so.
So one day everyone was walking around in a joyful mood and low and behold they were all wearing green to boot!
Our little Monk was upset because he was one of the only ones still wearing blown.
So he of course asked around to find out why everyone was in Green.
He found out that this was a sign to show that on May Day you would be ‘participating’ in the May Day after hour’s events.
Our little monk being of a cleaner mind didn’t understand and asked further to find out that on May Day that’s when people who could not conceive children ‘swapped’ there spouses in an attempt to help there friends and neighbors have little bambeto’s of there own.
Them darn Irish are so good to there neighbors … I guess it does take a village to raise a child … hehe
Our little monk was so distraught that he was not informed of this, so that he too could were his green robes, he decided that if he could not join in no one else should do it either.
So he voiced against the people saying that they were sinners and then did all that he could to try and put a stop to it.
The people thinking he was taking this way to seriously decided that they needed to be nice to him and give in to his ego just a little.
So they sainted him and named the day after him so that in the future he would know that on his day he too should wear green.
The problem is he was such a stickler that he found it not only insulting but his pride would not let him back down from his mission, so he continued on trying to stop the villagers from helping there other villagers families to grow.

So now you know the story, and I think I have figured out why I like it so much too!
It is insulting and degrading to a Catholic … yeppers it all makes sense now doesn’t it!
I really do need to go to the Mother Land one year, and truly partake in my cousins great day … as long as I don’t then also go back on May Day I might keep my marriage safe … then again if, no I will for now on say WHEN I go to Ireland, La Wife might not ever come back for her love of the people and the men with accents … 3rd wife here I come!